I decided today that I would get a haircut while in Auckland, as it’s an English-speaking city. I’ve avoided getting a hair cut in China as my Mandarin is good enough to get a double cheeseburger without mustard, but not good enough to explain how much to take off the top and the sides. So, I found a little salon and booked an appointment. When I arrived Tom greeted me. He was obviously Asian. Chinese, in fact. We started chatting and I was relieved that his English was much better than my Mandarin. I asked him how long he has been in Auckland and he told me “7 weeks.” He just moved here from Beijing. What are the chances? He was awesome. Great head massage, fantastic clipping skills. I’m sure I could get a great cut in China if I learned some haircut words. I’ll make Kevin teach me a few of those when I get home. Until then I guess I’ll be flying to Auckland for haircuts.
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